silk festers, wrinkling
hosiery, the snuffle-shuffle
in the ballroom
the other swinging
her hips expansive
perfect
caged in song-bird skirts

Kost liberates the street unpaved
pigeon-plucked feathers
in her teeth, binding books
with golden strings
from her girlfriend's head.

Ebb woke her
breath in rags
of night terror duck-feathered
lisps of life pressing against
her ruff pushing tailor's torso
from her She pads across flags
of shellac carpet to canvas Ð
fingers daubed with sexual scentshe
decants her vision washing
the dewy whiteness cleanbeneath
her fingernails the angry
figure of Bearded One appears
wrestling a lizard beyond
the railway bridge.

Bebelplatz
or Forms of
Resistance #2

The
boot of her hatchback was filled with 1920s records. Musicals of the day
exposed
the raw exposition under the body of her decadence curls. Bebelplatz had left
the scent of crop
bar cabaret burnings.Fresh lacquered waves singeing and sinking. A curtain swings
in a tenement and an ex-prince leans forward, his cross flashing desperate
honky-tonk eyesblowing plumes across the square.

The air auditorium ripples with moon acquired waves. An enamel audience sit
silent, waiting for the grandfather to commence his lean drunken songs.
Tunnel lips in the burning theatre.
Restless eyes in the same store. The impassable dead-eyed glinting city. A
small boyash melting on damp arms. A prostitute swimming, selling her fifththat morningshouting rehearsal limbs.
Sandy tawdry limbs jumptwo good stories float
around the girl called Vanand the pre- Broadway chatter encompasses a grass-fed anti-Semitic mutter deep in
the yellow pavement and fresh in the Druten landlady's opening rims.

The artist, Ebb, pushes it down

All the while, Kostlies bleedingcamera lens
capturing
the skyThe giants cool in their traditional stumble.